She grabbed the rope, feeling it secured at the other end, someone pulling her up.
She climbed up the rock wall with effort, then sat down heavily on flat ground.
After catching her breath a few times, she heard a voice drifting over:
"Are you okay?"
It was a man's voice, speaking in Chinese, with a unique tone, deep and slightly husky, in the dim forest, demanding attention.
She looked up, her pupils slightly tense.
It was a very young European man; rather than saying he was a man, it was more accurate to describe him as a typical handsome young Westerner.
He was about 188cm tall, dressed in outdoor sportswear, carrying a large climbing backpack, with light brown hair gently drifting in the evening wind, lean and well-proportioned stature, limbs long and agile, gallant, and a pair of deep brown eyes looked over.
This man... is not from Beiming Hall!
She had stayed at Beiming Hall for so many days and had never seen this face.
